#cillian murphy x childbirth

[soleilceirinen]

Little Girl Blue (Arthur Shelby x barmaid!reader).

Summary: you work as a barmaid at the Garrison. One day you find Arthur drawing something and get curious.

Warning: none.

A/N: English is not my first language, sorry if there are mistakes.

MASTERLIST (Cillian Murphy) - PEAKY BLINDERS MASTERLIST

You had started working as a barmaid at the Garrison a few months before the Shelby brothers returned from France. 

At first, the idea of quitting crossed your mind but you had no other option and needed the job. You had to take care of your little brother, it was just you and him. You had practically raised him since your mother passed away in childbirth and after your father went to France at the beginning of the war to never come back. The boy was all you had left.

Once the Shelby brothers returned, your situation changed. You stopped having problems with some clients, mostly drunk men, just because you were a young woman. Deep down, you had the suspicion that the Peaky Blinders had something to do with the whole situation. Not that it bothered you, now you could walk alone at night and no one would dare look in your direction in the wrong way if they wanted to keep their eyes.

Out of the three of them, Arthur was your favourite. Sometimes you wanted to hold him in your arms like a child and whisper to him  that everything was alright. Others, when he was high or drunk, or who knows, you avoided him as much as possible. But he always treated you well, and more than once you had caught him gawking at you from across the pub. 

Your next favourite was John, who always flirted with you. You weren’t sure if he was serious or if he flirted with everyone but you were sure of one thing, you didn’t want to become the mother of all his children. And then there was Tommy. He was quite scary, every time he directed his cold blue eyes at you, it made you want to run away and hide. Something about him screamed stay away. He usually ignored you and only spoke to you to order another bottle of whiskey or rum.

-

That afternoon the pub was quiet. You looked up when the door opened, to see Arthur. He smiled at you like he always did, running a hand through his hair as he headed to the small reserved room he always occupied with his brothers. After drying some glasses, you walked towards the room while drying your hands on your apron.

Arthur didn’t notice your presence, he was focused on what seemed to be drawing something on a piece of paper. From your position you couldn’t see what it was. You knocked on the door frame a couple of times, making the man look up. A look of panic crossed his face but it lasted a few seconds, as long as he folded the paper and put it in his jacket pocket. 

"Excuse me Mr. Shelby, I didn't mean to bother you. Would you like me to get you something to drink?" You asked quietly, surprised by his reaction. 

“Just call me Arthur, love. How many times have I told you?”

“Many times,” you whispered and smiled. He nodded and looked at his watch, frowning slightly. 

“It won't be long until they arrive, I think I'll wait for them.” You were about to leave to go back behind the bar when his voice made you turn around. “How is you brother?”

You paused for a second, considering your answer. “Sammy is fine, a few scratches.” Your brother and Finn were friends and they liked to get into trouble together. A couple of days ago they had returned home covered in mud and blood. Neither of them wanted to confess what they had been doing to end up in that state. “If they are such trouble makers now I don’t want to think how they are going to be in a few years.”

Arthur laughed and lit a cigarette. He agreed with you.

-

From behind the bar you could observe Arthur through the window that overlooked the small room. You approached slowly, without attracting attention. Once again, he was focused on drawing something, but what could he be drawing? He didn’t seem like that kind of person, as far as you knew, he was interested in boxing not art.

“I didn’t know that you liked drawing, Arthur.” You commented, causing him to fold the paper again and hide it from your view. 

“I don’t. As a kid I liked it, but I’m not really good at it now.” He excused himself. His cheeks were starting to turn pink. 

You leaned over the window and stretched an arm towards him, wiggling your fingers. “Can I see it?”

Arthur shook his head, a few strands of hair fell over his temples. You felt the impulse to reach and put it back in place with your hand, but didn’t. 

“It’s not great…”, he muttered sheepishly. 

You sighed. He reminded you of a little child. “Fine, you don’t have to show me. But even if it’s not great, if it makes you happy and you enjoy it, it is worth it.”

Arthur nodded and opened his mouth to talk when a familiar face appeared in the room and sat next to him. “What are you talking about with Y/N?”

“That’s not your business, John!” said Arthur, pushing his brother in the shoulder. They were playing, you thought. 

Someone clearing his throat brought you back to reality. On the other side of the bar was Thomas, staring at you with his usual icy eyes. 

“Sorry, Mr. Shelby. What can I do for you?”

He pointed to the bottles behind you and turned around to join his brothers. You quickly grabbed three glasses and one whiskey bottle and followed him. While you poured them the liquid you could feel John’s eyes roaming over your body and the familiar smell of their cigarettes. 

-

You left them alone to discuss whatever they had to do. It was almost time to close when they came out, Thomas nodded at you and left the Garrison. You continued cleaning the bar surface, tired after the whole day. 

“Hey, Y/N, do you want me to walk home with you?”, asked John, looking at you with shining eyes. 

You smiled politely at him and shook your head. “It’s alright, John. I can walk on my own, like every night.”

Then, Arthur appeared next to his little brother and patted his back. “Let’s go, John. She’ll be fine,” he said, turning to look at you directly in the eyes, “no one will dare touch her. By order of the Peaky Blinders. Good night, Y/N.”

“Bye, Arthur… and John.” 

-

After that, the only remaining space to clean was the small room. So you started with it, picking up the glasses and the empty bottle as well as emptying the ashtrays. When you tidied up the seats something caught your eye, slowly you got closer and reached for it. 

It was a folded piece of paper. You recognised Arthur’s handwriting. Y/N. 

With the tip of your finger you traced the letters before unfolding the paper. You couldn’t help but smile at the little drawing. It was rough and simple, definitely not great at all, similar to the way children draw. But it was recognizable, the tiny figure had your clothes, your apron and the same hairstyle you always wore to work. 

Arthur had drawn you, and even if it wasn’t a masterpiece, it warmed your heart. Carefully, you folded it again and put it in your cardigan pocket. 

Despite his fame, you could tell that Arthur was a good man, a man who had come back from France changed. But, of all the men who returned from the war, was there any who remained the same as the one who left?

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[queenshelby]

Our Little Secret (Part 27)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Age-Gap, Birth, Complications, Infertility

It was several hours later when, finally, you regained consciousness. Hearing monitors beeping rhythmically in the background, you slowly opened your eyes, blinking several times to adjust to the dim light. Your senses were overwhelmed by the antiseptic smell and the cold metal surfaces beneath you. A sense of dread washed over you as you struggled to recall what had transpired since you gave birth by the side of the road.

"Hey," Cillian murmured softly, his voice a warm whisper that immediately brought comfort to your weary soul. Turning your head toward the sound, you saw him sitting by your bedside, holding your hand gently.

"Where is my baby?" was the first question that escaped your lips, your voice hoarse and weak. Fear gnawed at your gut, making you ache with worry.

"Mara is in the NICU, but she is fine. She is doing very well actually, considering the circumstances," Cillian assured you, his voice warm and comforting. "They will monitor her for a few days to ensure that she is safe and healthy," he added, smiling down at you reassuringly.

"I want to see her," you croaked, shifting in the bed, trying to sit up.

"Easy, Y/N," Cillian murmured, gently laying you back down. "You are still in the ER. You had emergency surgery and need to rest," he explained, his voice soft and caring. 

"I need to see her Cillian, please," you implored, your voice trembling slightly, but he remained firm.

"Y/N, you had surgery! You almost died," Cillian exclaimed, his voice trembling with concern. "The doctors told me that you lost a lot of blood due to complications during childbirth," he revealed, his gaze flickering between you and the small TV mounted on the wall across from the bed.

"Is Mara okay though?" you asked, your voice low and strained as you struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation. 

"Mara is perfectly fine," Cillian assured you, his voice warm and comforting.

"She doesn't actually need to be in the NIC unit, but they insist on monitoring her progress as precaution because she was born prematurely," he continued, his gaze flickering between you and the television once more. "They say it's routine for babies born under 36 weeks," he explained, his voice soft and steady just as your treating doctor came in, holding a clipboard. 

"Miss, how are you feeling?" the doctor asked, his voice crisp and professional while Cillian tightened his grip on your hand.

"I am fine. I just want to see my daughter," you replied, your voice still weak but determined. "Can you let me see her?" you implored, your gaze flickering between the doctor and Cillian.

"Y/N," Cillian began, his voice low and cautious, "you need to rest right now," he said just before the doctor spoke up again.

"Miss, we understand that you're concerned about your child, but it's crucial that you regain your strength before we allow you to visit Mara," the doctor explained, his voice calm and patient. "We need to ensure that your condition stabilizes, and you're medically cleared to leave the ER," he added, his gaze locked onto yours.

"But, Doc," you protested weakly, your voice barely audible, "I need to see my baby. She needs me," you insisted, your gaze flickering between the doctor and Cillian, both of whom remained firm.

"You lost a lot of blood, ma'am, and we had to perform an emergency hysterectomy I am afraid," the doctor explained, his tone matter-of-fact while Cillian ran his hand over yours gently in order to comfort you. 

"You what?"you cried, your voice rising in pitch and volume. "You removed my uterus?" you exclaimed, shaking your head in disbelief. "But...why?" you asked, your voice trembling as you looked up at the doctor, pleading for answers.

"Miss, we had to perform an emergency hysterectomy to save your life," the doctor reiterated, his voice remaining calm and collected. "We needed to stop the excessive bleeding," he explained, his gaze flickering between you and Cillian. "Your uterus was perforated, and the only way to save you was to remove it," he added, his voice soft and compassionate.

"Oh my god," you gasped, your voice quivering with shock and dismay. "I am never going to be able to have another child after this," you lamented, sinking deeper into the sterile sheets beneath you. "I can't believe this happened," you moaned, your voice choked with despair.

"Y/N," Cillian murmured softly, his voice a warm whisper that immediately brought comfort to your weary soul. "You have a beautiful baby girl now and there are other options, most of which will become more readily available when you are ready to expand your family," he added, his voice filled with warmth and compassion as tears ran down your face. 

"I need some time to process this," you told Cillian before telling the doctor again that you really want to see your baby girl right now.

He reluctantly agreed, promising to bring you a wheelchair and a nurse to accompany you to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) within the hour and, after waiting a bit, you found the patience to speak to Cillian about your feelings.

"I don't know what to say," you confessed quietly, your voice laced with sorrow as you stared down at yet another empty expanse of linoleum tile beneath you.

"I wish there was something I could say to make you feel better," Cillian responded sympathetically, his voice tinged with sadness as he reached out a hand to squeeze yours again gently. "But sometimes, there simply aren't enough words to really make a difference," he added, his gaze flickering between your tear-streaked face and your trembling hand.

"I just feel so helpless," you whimpered, your voice shaking with grief as you squeezed Cillian's hand tightly in return. "I always wanted a big family one day," you confided, your voice breaking slightly as the reality of your situation began to sink in. "I always pictured myself surrounded by my kids, playing in the park on sunny days, reading bedtime stories, teaching them how to ride a bike," you shared, your voice trailing off as your mind flashed back to happier times.

"I know, Y/N," Cillian consoled you sympathetically, his voice laced with understanding as he rubbed your arm tenderly. "But think about it," he suggested, his gaze flickering between yours and the empty space beyond the hospital room window. "You still have the chance to create something beautiful with our daughter and I just know how much joy she will bring you," he reassured you, his voice warm and hopeful.

"I promise to help you in every way possible," he added, his gaze flickering between yours and the sterile hospital room around you.

"Thank you, Cillian," you whispered gratefully, your voice thick with emotion as you squeezed his hand tenderly. "I appreciate having you here with me because, let's face it, you did not really have to stay," you said softly, your voice trembling slightly. 

"Of course I did," Cillian replied firmly, his voice laced with conviction. "You are practically family," he told you, causing your eyes to narrow.

"Oh, please, don't start," you scoffed, rolling your eyes dismissively, causing Cillian to chuckle softly. 

"I meant because we have a daughter together which, I may add, I delivered on the side of the road, against all odds," he joked, squeezing your hand affectionately as you gave him a little smile despite your lingering sorrow.

"Well, that's true," you agreed, nodding slowly as you thought about the incredible journey you had been on just as the attending doctor returned with a wheelchair along with a nurse to escort you to the NICU.

"Are you ready, Miss?" the doctor asked, his voice warm and compassionate as he held out a gentle hand to help you transfer from the hospital bed to the wheelchair.

"As ready as I'll ever be," you replied feebly, allowing the nurse to help you slide carefully into the chair as Cillian followed closely behind, a concerned look etched into his handsome features.

The nurse then wheeled you away, leaving Cillian to follow behind as you made your way down the long hallway littered with closed doors, hushed voices, and the occasional beep of machinery. Each passing second sent a jolt of nervous energy coursing through your veins, and you couldn't quite shake the sense of panic that gripped you as you inched closer to the NICU.

"Hey," Cillian murmured softly, reaching out to squeeze your shoulder reassuringly. "You're doing great," he encouraged, his voice warm and comforting as he saw the drained expression on your face. You were exhausted but fueled with determination to see your Babygirl. 

Eventually, the nurse stopped outside the door to the NICU ward, leaving everything else behind. In the moment, the world consisted solely of you, Cillian, and the person waiting on the other side of that door. You took a few deep breaths, clasping Cillian's hand tightly. He reciprocated the gesture, a gentle squeeze conveying his unwavering support. Together, you entered the NICU.

A kaleidoscope of beeps, hums, and whirs enveloped you, creating a symphony of medical machinery.

It was a far cry from the idyllic images of your previous pregnancy fantasies; instead, you found yourself amidst a sea of premature infants, their faces concealed beneath blue hats and plastic tubes. The walls were lined with incubators, their interiors illuminated by ghostly green lights. Each device housed a fragile life, their fate uncertain.

"Miss, your daughter is in the third incubator on the left," the nurse informed you, her voice gentle and kind. "She is doing very well, breathing on her own," she added, her gaze flickering between you and Cillian. Her words provided a ray of hope, brightening the atmosphere inside the cramped room.

"Would you like to hold her?" the nurse then asked, her voice a gentle whisper in the quiet room.

Cillian glanced at you, a mix of uncertainty and excitement shimmering in his eyes. You nodded eagerly, your heart pounding in your chest as the nurse approached the incubator where your precious daughter lay. Gently lifting the cover, she carefully maneuvered your sleeping baby into her arms, placing her in Cillian's embrace.

"She's perfect," Cillian murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he gazed down at your stunning baby girl before gently putting her into your arms.

As Cillian let go of her, you couldn't help but notice the palpable connection between father and daughter, as if she knew exactly who her daddy was, despite being just a few hours old.

"You did so well," Cillian said softly, stroking your cheek lovingly as you held your baby girl close, tears shooting to your eyes. 

"Oh my god, she is beautiful," you sobbed, clutching your baby girl tighter, as you inhaled the sweet scent of her skin. "Look at her, Cillian," you murmured, turning slightly to show him your adorable daughter.

"Yes, she truly is," Cillian agreed, smiling tenderly as he leaned in to kiss your forehead. "I am proud of you, Y/N," he praised before giving you a gentle hug; it felt as if his touch alone could heal all wounds.

"God, I wish my mum would be able see her like this. Surely, she would change her mind about things if she did," you whispered, gazing down at your newborn baby girl.

"I am sorry Y/N, but you shouldn't get your hopes up," Cillian said gently, his voice laced with sympathy, as he caressed your hair tenderly without telling you that he had already called her after you were rushed to the ICU. 

It was then that she told him that she would not come to visit you nor the baby.

Cillian knew that this would be the hardest part of your entire ordeal, having to hear that your own mother refused to see her newborn grandchild. It would break your heart and this is why, at least for now, he kept the conversation he had with her to himself.

To be continued...

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[missymurphy1985]

Second Chances - Part 3 of 3 (Cillian Murphy X fem!reader)

Warning - disability (reader is in a wheelchair after losing both legs) / smut / fluff / childbirth

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You'd been married a year before you fell pregnant. It was coming close to doctors getting involved, but a break away in Kerry and a full three months of relaxation and pampering courtesy of your husband led to a natural conception. You'd never felt so nervous, excited, terrified and elated as when you saw those two blue lines.

It didn't stop you worrying though. One baby would be hard work for any new mum. But a new mum without legs? Of all the challenges you'd faced up to now, this would be the hardest by a long mile.

Cillian didn't share your worries or concerns. Certainly not about the raising of the baby anyway. And you'd agreed on absolutely everything from the decor of the nursery in your new Monkstown home, names, and even the school your son would attend.

"Mrs Murphy, we need to discuss your birth plan," Fiona, your midwife, smiled after listening to your baby's strong heartbeat in the living room of your home. Cillian had just come through with three cups of coffee (one decaf).

"I want a home birth," you said, sipping your drink after pulling your maternity top back down over your 32 week bump and sitting back as comfortably as possible.

"A home birth?" Fiona asked with a tone you instantly didn't like.

"Yes, here. In a birthing pool. I found one online last night that's perfect," you were grinning from ear to ear now, excited at the images in your head of candles, calming music, and Cillian in the pool with you helping deliver.

"Is that a good idea YN?" Fiona asked gently.

"Why wouldn't it be? My pregnancy isn't high risk."

"I just think you might be better delivering at hospital rather than at home, you know, in case there's any complications."

"What complications, exactly?" Cillian asked, setting his coffee down and clasping his hands together. Uh oh... You thought, he never did that unless he was really pissed...

"Mr Murphy, if I may be frank? Your wife has no lower legs, she might need additional support. Potentially a C Section. She might find it difficult to push."

"She is also sat right next to me and won't be addressed in the third person while she's in the same room. If she wants to have a water birth at home, then that's what we're going to do." You took his hand, unlinking it from his own and linking it with yours instead, in an attempt to cool him down. Although if you were honest, you'd never loved him more than in that moment.

"Mrs Murphy, I apologise, but I have to state, on the record, that I think this is a terrible idea."

"Not your baby, not your body, not your choice," you said, simply.

"If anyone knows what YNs body is capable of, it's us. We wouldn't agree on this if we didn't think we were capable of it," Cillian was slightly calmer now, but still pissed at the audacity of this woman.

"I've done my research. I've spoken to other amputees at the support group I run. A few women there had water births and they buoyancy of the water really helped with the lack of legs issue. I see no problem with me having one?"

"If needs be, I'll tie armbands around her knees - that should help too, right?" Cillian joked and you nearly spat your coffee out for laughing. Even Fiona chuckled.

"Okay. Let me talk to the consultant. We'll see what we can arrange."

************************************************************

"Cill, can you grab me those BBQ Pringles and the hot chilli sauce please? Oh and that jar of beetroot in the fridge..."

Even at 39 weeks pregnant, Cillian still shuddered at your food choices. Last week you wanted jam and cream cheese on a sandwich. The week before you discovered a sudden taste for hot chilli sauce. On everything. You even dipped that nasty sandwich in the stuff, which repulsed him so much he threatened to disown you if these weird cravings continued after pregnancy.

"Do you want the jalapenos as well?" He called from the kitchen to your spot on the sofa, wearing maternity shorts and a maternity bra, a fan on you face. In the middle of January.

"Ooh yeah, those little red ones - the green ones taste like ass."

"Fucking weirdo..."

"I heard that!!"

"You were meant to, dearest."

He handed you a plate of the most bizarre mini picnic he'd ever prepared and sat on the sofa next to you. His jumper wrapped around him, warm slippers, and a blanket over him. He dared to put the heating on last week and you didn't speak to him for days. He now lived in layers and UGG boots.

"That good?" He laughed, watching you demolish every morsel, while watching a serial killer documentary on TV.

You response was incoherent, but the smile on your face told him you were happy. And as much as he took the piss out of you, that's all he wanted.

"Right," you said, after finishing the last of the jalapenos, "I can't have my water birth if I go over 40 weeks."

"I know."

"We have less than a week to get this baby moving."

"With the amount of hot sauce and jalapenos you're eating I'm surprised he isn't already planning his escape YN."

"Funny. I'm serious Cill, I really want my water birth..."

"So what are you suggesting we do?"

"Well... I've been eating pineapple daily. Spicy food is pretty much a constant. I've bounced on that fucking ball so much it's deflating. I've walked MILES with Scout for the last two weeks every single day. Now it's your turn."

"My turn?!"

"You put it him there, you can help get him out."

Suddenly the penny dropped.

"You have such a way with words, you know that?"

"Cillian Murphy, love of my life, would you be so kind as to fuck this baby out of me? Please?"

"Say no more Mrs Murphy..."

Suddenly not caring about the cold, he had his layers removed in record time. He'd been cautious to initiate sex so late on in your pregnancy and you'd been so tired, but you'd just given him the green light. The most unromantic green light he'd ever received, but he wasn't complaining.

Your maternity shorts were off, but you kept the bra on. Your breasts were almost double the size, and no amount of pouts from your husband was convincing you to unleash them from their very comfortable and painfree hold.

He paused for a second, unsure how to navigate a position that wouldn't be uncomfortable for you, so you took the lead. Pushing him onto his back on the wide sofa cushions, he helped you to sit on him, facing away. That didn't work.

"Too much weight for too little leggage..." You giggled. He responded by holding under your arms and leaning you back against his chest. Holding you steady with one hand, he slid the other between you and lined himself up against your entrance. His hands remained under your arms while he gently thrust up into you, allowing you to adjust.

The position was new to both of you, but it certainly wouldn't be the last time you did it. His cock was perfectly and effortlessly angled to hit your sweet spot... Your body perfectly supported and comfortable against his chest.

"So fucking tight at this angle YN..."

"Don't you dare cum yet Murphy, I swear to god," you panted, feeling your own end not far away already. His upward thrusts came a little harder now, pumping up into you a little faster.

"There.. right fucking there... Oh shit..." You felt yourself coming undone, you felt his chest heaving underneath you..

"Cum for me baby, need it..."

With a loud cry of his name you fell apart. Swiftly followed by a louder groan behind you and several ropes of his seed filling you. He held still while his cock painted your walls white, keeping as much of it inside you as possible. His hands released their tight hold, allowing you to relax on him. He eased the two of you down onto the sofa, gently laying you on your side as he spooned you from behind - his cock falling out of you, his arms wrapping around you.

"I can't believe I get to keep you forever..." He whispered, kissing the back of your neck.

"Stuck with me now. Made a baby."

"We did, didn't we?"

"Yes we did. And you're doing that on repeat until said baby gets the hint."

************************************************************

It didn't take long. You felt the first contraction two days later while you were in bed reading. Sending Cillian downstairs to fill the pool, you decided to wait - you wanted to labour just the two of you as long as possible before contacting Fiona.

He helped you put your prosthetics on, and pulled you carefully to your feet out of bed.

"Can you walk?" He asked, holding your hands tight. A few small steps, and you found your groove. Newer prosthetics that Cillian had specially made for you - they were much more comfortable than your last ones - and they were waterproof too. The last thing you wanted was to be confined to a bed throughout labour. You wanted to move around as much as possible, and his Christmas gift last year had made it happen for you.

He led you downstairs slowly, and into your open plan kitchen and dining room. Large bay windows allowed the sunlight to cascade across the room, and you smiled at the filled pool in the centre. The dining table and chairs pushed to the side.

"Drink this, keep your strength up," Cillian handed you a glass of water, watching you drink it down. "How's the pain?"

"Pretty bad.. but I don't want to get in the water yet. Can we walk some more?"

"As long as you need."

Your arms rested on his as he walked backwards around the kitchen with you, pausing every ten minutes to breath with you through a contraction. His eyes on the clock each time.

"It's gone.."

"Three minutes - I'll call Fiona."

She arrived within half an hour with a trainee midwife you'd met a few weeks earlier.

"Let's examine you - how far apart are the contractions?" Fiona asked, getting you to sit on a chair with your legs apart, kneeling in front of you.

"Seven minutes, lasting 3 minutes each," Cillian answered. You were stroking your bump, breathing calmly, the sounds of soothing jazz music filling the room.

Fiona carefully examined you, while he stood behind you and stroked your hair and face. Your eyes on his, and it was still like nothing else existed but the two of you.

"6cm - progressing nicely YN. Have your waters broken?"

"About an hour ago," you said, wincing as another pain gripped you. Cillian took your hands and let you squeeze his, waiting for it to pass. His lips at your ear now.

"Breathe through it, remember... In... Out..."

"Pool... Now..." You wheezed, feeling the pain pass. The contraction feeling much more powerful than the last few. Cillian helped you up, walking gently with you over to the pool. He took his shirt and jeans off, leaving him in his shorts, and climbed in, gently easing you in after. Sitting on the seat inside the pool he held you in his lap. The water instantly soothing you. Quickly realising you needed a new position, you turned - the buoyancy of the water making everything easier - so now you were facing Cillian, your hands on his thighs, almost bent over. You rested your forehead against his, while he stroked your arms gently, breathing with you.

"You're so strong... You're doing so well YN. Keep breathing for me, nice and slow. Talk to me, tell me what's going on."

Fiona and Anna stood back and simply observed. Cillian and you had attended classes for him to deliver the baby with you, they would only step in if they needed to. If it was up to you it'd just be the two of you, but having been through a traumatic labour and delivery with Lila nearly 15 years ago, he wanted the reassurance of medical professionals close at hand. This was the fairest compromise.

He held you and swayed with you in the water for nearly 45 minutes, his gentle voice humming an old Irish folk song he used to sing Lila when she was a baby to soothe her. He'd sung it to your bump ever since you found out you were pregnant, and chuckled every time it sent you to sleep. Your fingers dug into his thighs so much it left marks, but not once did he so much as flinch.

"I can feel pressure," you said, feeling it deep in your pelvis.

Cillian saw Fiona approaching and moved you carefully onto his chest. She gently reached in and examined you.

"Fully dilated YN, if you need to push go for it. I'm right here," she nodded.

"Where do you want to be?" Cillian asked gently. You moved back around so you were facing him again, your hands back on his legs, his forehead pressed against yours.

"I know we said you'd catch him but I need to be here..."

"Shh.. doesn't matter - you be where you need to be."

"Cill..." You started to panic, feeling your body take over. His hands moved to yours lifting them up onto his folded elbows as you raised your knees onto his thighs, taking the pressure off your prosthetics. Fiona stayed close, watching from behind you as you bore down.

"That's it, push, I've got you," Cillian's eyes never left yours, you could feel them on you even with your eyes scrunched closed.

"Fuck..." You swore, exhaling loudly as the feeling passed - very quickly coming on again.

"I see a head!" Fiona cried, and you reached down to feel the top of your son's head. The pain was bad - really bad, but the warm water was definitely helping.

"Pant now, little breaths - let his head come through gently YN, I'll tell you when you can push."

You wrapped your arms around Cillian's neck, his hands held your body up. Your forehead still pressed to his as you panted together, tears falling down your cheeks as the burn between your legs intensified. He stroked over your tightening belly from underneath you.

"My brave, strong, beautiful wife, you're a powerhouse YN. I love you and our boy so much... So, so much..."

"Head's out mum," Anna said after a few minutes, grabbing some towels from her bag.

"Come on now, nearly done - just a few more, okay?" His eyes on yours, calm as anything.

"I can't..."

"Yes you can - I've got you," he felt your belly tighten, hard as a rock, "Push YN!"

You bore down hard, a deep, low groan coming from you unlike any noise you had ever made. Another contraction followed so closely after you weren't sure if the last one truly ended. Cillian reached down and felt your son as he left your body into Fiona's waiting hands. He turned you gently onto your back before she lifted him slowly out of the water onto your chest.

"Oh my god... Cillian...."

He couldn't answer you. Sobs wracked his body as he watched his boy snuggle into you - barely even crying, just a small grizzle as he cut the cord.

"Hi Aiden," he choked, stroking his tiny face. Aiden looked up towards the noise, and gave a small cry, making you laugh.

"We're clearly gonna get along just fine," Cillian chuckled, mesmerised as Aiden fed from you.

A few days later, Cillian's daughter Lila was staying over and meeting her little brother for the first time. As she held him, walking around the living room as he slept in her arms, small tears were falling down her cheeks.

"How did you create something so cute?" She joked to her Dad.

"I'll have you know I'm adorable."

You shared a glance with Lila, and you both rolled your eyes. Even Aiden gave a small whine. Lila handed him to Cillian who was already waiting with a bottle. Sitting down on the sofa, baby in one arm, bottle in his other hand, you couldn't help but feel emotional.

You watched your son feed, Cillian's eyes on his as he suckled, Lila sitting next to you on the sofa grinning from ear to ear, and you were fairly sure it didn't get any better. How dramatically your life had changed ever since the accident - which you couldn't believe had been the catalyst for all of it.

Nothing in the world could top this.

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[missymurphy1985]

The Mistake - Part 9 (Cillian Murphy X fem!reader)

Warning - childbirth

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"No, I'm not. I'm not. You're wrong, they've got it wrong?!" You began to panic, your heartrate through the roof and your palms sweaty. Tears in your eyes - fear as you remembered the agony you were in, and confusion as to why it suddenly wasn't there anymore.

His lips on your forehead, his hand on your still flat belly between the grey bands around it, calming you before you went into full panic mode. He stroked the side of your face as he spoke, his eyes locked onto yours.

"It'll all be fine, I promise. I'm right here, and I'm not leaving you. We'll get through this together, okay?"

"How are you so calm?"

"You've been asleep for hours y/n, I've had time to process it, but you have to stay calm. The most important thing is you and our baby."

"Our baby..." You burst into tears. You weren't sure whether they were happy tears, in all honesty, you were fucking terrified. Most people have MONTHS to prepare for this...

A doctor came in shortly after to check you over.

"I hear this is a bit of a shock Miss Y/L/N?" He smiled, and you couldn't help but smile back despite your panic. He was calming. His voice was gentle.

"How?"

"It's rare, but it can happen. Baby's lying close to your spine, and the placenta is directly under your belly, cushioning any kicks."

"I did a test, it was negative?!"

"False negatives are common too."

"Why has the pain stopped?"

"They gave you strong pain relief when you came through here, as soon as they realised what was happening and you fell asleep. You were delirious y/n, screaming..." Cillian explained, his voice breaking. The doctor asked to examine you, which you consented to, and you felt your legs be lifted into stirrups as he set himself up between them.

Cillian held your hand as you gasped at the sudden intrusion, kissing the back of it and keeping his eyes locked on yours as he spoke gently to you with fresh tears in his eyes.

"I thought you were dying, y/n, I thought I was going to lose you..."

You felt a sudden tightening across your stomach, stopping you being able to respond, as you squeezed his hand and grimaced.

"4cm - pethidine is wearing off from the looks of it too. I'll top that up for you, but this baby is in no hurry. Mr Murphy, if you need to collect anything from home, now's a good time to do it?"

You gave Cillian a list of things you wanted, and a list of people to call, and he reluctantly left you. A kind midwife came through to keep you company, bringing a big inflatable ball thing for you to bounce on. This all felt so surreal... So bizarre... But your fear was subsiding. What choice did you have?

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You had the gas and air tube in your mouth, leaning over the bed, groaning every few minutes as another contraction burned through you. Cillian had you moved to the Private section of the hospital on his healthcare account so you had complete privacy from prying eyes and potential gossips on the main maternity ward.

Bit of a newsflash, that would be...

A few moments after your last contraction, you heard the door open and Cillian returned, carrying two teddy bears - one pink, one blue.

"I didn't know which colour to get!" He laughed, immediately stopping when he saw how much discomfort you were in. The midwife took the items from him and told him to rub your back, keep you calm.

"Is everything okay?" He asked her, standing behind you, his hands rubbing over your lower back as you breathed in the gas and air, groaning as another pain washed over you.

"I examined her about half an hour ago, we're at 7cm now. It's going perfectly," she smiled.

"This really fucking hurts, Cill!"

"I know baby, I know. I'm here now, yeah? You're gonna be amazing, you're the strongest woman I know." You needed to be lying down, the pressure between your legs was too much. He helped you to lay on the bed, and your midwife helped to lift your legs into the stirrups to examine you while he held your shaking hands.

"Are you comfortable here or do you want to try a different position for pushing?"

"Pushing??" You could feel yourself start to panic again.

"How else do you think - "

"Cillian, I'd strongly advise against finishing that sentence..."

"Listen, If I could do this for you, I would, you know that. And I know you're scared and it hurts, but we're nearly there now yeah?"

You couldn't lie on your back, it was way too uncomfortable. You tried a few different positions, before setting on your knees, your chest against the headrest of the bed. Cillian positioned the other side of it, as you clung to his shoulders. You suddenly felt a pressure, and a desperate need to push out of nowhere...

"Oh fuck... Fuck fuck fuck no, I can't do it..!!!"

"You need to push, y/n, baby's coming right now, chin to your chest and push!"

You screamed, teeth gritted, hands squeezing Cillian's shoulders as you felt your pelvis feel like it was being split in two.

Constant words of encouragement from him, but you genuinely wanted to slice his smug, pain free, pretty little face off. Immediately feeling guilty but not guilty enough to not still wanna do it.

He saw your eyes flash at him and quickly shut up.

He stayed silent through the following pushes, simply holding you. You didn't need him to do any more than that. You didn't need to be mollycoddled and told you were strong... You just needed him to hold you.

You were safe as long as he was holding you.

"Pant, now, until I tell you to push again - understand y/n?" You nodded, and panted, short little breaths, eyes closed, trying to focus on his skin on yours, you noticed he was panting with you.

"Oh god, not again, no no no...."

"PUSH Y/n, come on, bear down!"

Agony. Even with the pethidine you'd had a few hours ago, you felt everything. Every burn, every tightening. Everything.

You could feel yourself losing control of your own body, it's like you were a passenger in it, rather than an active participant. It was working on its own, pushing your baby out of your body. Which was difficult enough to get your head around without the constant feeling of being cut in half. Vertically and horizontally.

"You're nearly there y/n, I need a big push now and your baby's here!"

You closed your eyes, felt Cillian's kiss on your forehead, and bore down harder than you had so far, and for as long as you could, desperate for this to be over, a loud scream leaving your body at the same time your baby did.

A few moments went by, and a sound erupted that suddenly made you freeze in pure shock. A piercing wail... You and Cillian locked eyes, neither of you quite believing what you were hearing.

Shit just got very real... That was a baby. A real baby.

Your baby.

You slowly turned to lie back on the bed gently, Cillian moving to the side of you as the midwife handed him a pair of scissors, pointing out the clamped section of cord for him to cut.

And there it was. Placed on your chest, nuzzling into your skin, searching for your breast to feed...

Your son.

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[missymurphy1985]

Surprises

You and Cillian are on your babymoon, 4 weeks before your first baby's due date. You think you've got lots of time.. your baby has other ideas...

Warnings - childbirth, swearing

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Cillian lifted your suitcase out of the car and carried it into your holiday home in Kerry, you were on strict orders not to lift a finger. 36 weeks pregnant with your first child together, you sighed, trying to remind him you were pregnant, not disabled, but he wasn't having any of it.

"Can I get out of the car now please, your baby is using my bladder as a trampoline!" Cillian laughed and opened the car door for you, taking your hand to lead you out carefully.

"Watch your step, there's rocks all over the path y/n..."

"Cill for the love of God, how many times have we been here? I'm fine, now let me go pee before I do it all over this rocky path, yeah?" You loved how caring and attentive he was being, but it was becoming really overbearing after 8 months.

"I'm just worried about you..."

"Baby I'm fine, the baby is fine, and my legs work just fine, thank you.." you kissed him lightly and walked to the toilet on the ground floor. Okay, it was more of a waddle, but close enough. He had good reason to worry. His ex wife had suffered terribly during both her pregnancies, and he was watching you like a hawk, terrified you'd be the same. You hadn't though, you were strong as an ox and took every day in your stride, enjoying every second knowing it was likely to be your only pregnancy now Cillian was 45 and you were 34. This one certainly wasn't planned, but was very much looked forward to.

Once Cillian had unpacked, and you'd eaten dinner, you were lazing on the sofa watching TV. Your legs hanging over his lap, him gently rubbing his fingers over your swollen ankles.

"Have you decided on names yet?" You questioned.

"I can't choose, I thought you were deciding?"

"Okay, how about we each write a list of our favourites, and we'll go through them one by one?" You went to grab a pen before Cillian glared at you and went to get it himself. You chuckled, how dare you move so heavily pregnant!!

Once you'd written your lists, you sat next to each other of the sofa and began to read from them in turn.

"Sofia."

"Nansy."

"Jacob."

"Daniel."

Each one getting a grimace from the other.

"This is hopeless," you threw the pen down in a huff. "We've been doing this for months, how is it so difficult to choose a bloody name??"

"Baby neither of my boys had names til they were born - we chose days later for them. They just came to us. There's no rush here I promise." You smiled thinking of Aran and Malachy, how excited they were for the new baby you were yet to name. You decided not to find out the gender, you wanted the surprise.

"I'm beat, I think I'm heading to bed. Are you joining me?" You lifted yourself off the sofa, with Cillians help.

"No I'm gonna finish this film, it looks good!"

"Cillian, it's Batman. You're in it. Of course it looks good!" He laughed as you waddled your way to the bedroom, telling you he'd be there soon.

On the way up the stairs, you suddenly felt a pain in your lower abdomen. Thinking it was another Braxton Hicks, you paused on the stairs waiting for it to pass.

"Y/n what's wrong?" Cillian was at the bottom of the stairs. He'd heard the stairs creaking, then stop suddenly so came to check on you.

"Just a Braxton Hicks contraction babe, they started in the car on the way over here. Perfectly normal, totally irregular, all is fine, don't worry."

"Why didn't you tell me it was happening??" He started to come up the stairs to you, worry all over his face.

"Because they're nothing to worry about - just a normal part of my body preparing for the real thing, stop panic- ahhhh...." You felt another. Sharper now, all over your belly.

"This ain't normal y/n, come back downstairs. Let's just keep an eye on these for a while, yeah?" He took your hand and led you back to the living room slowly, watching your every move. You rolled your eyes and followed him, knowing arguing was pointless. These were just Braxton Hicks. Weren't they?

Sitting you back on the sofa, Cillian grabbed his phone from his jacket slung over the arm of the chair in the corner. Opening the pregnancy app on his phone he clicked on the Contraction Timer option.

"Now tell me when you feel it, and then when it stops, okay?" He'd barely got the last word out when another hit you, you froze in pain, gripping onto your belly, breathing until it passed.

"Baby? That one really hurt..."

"Okay, let's see about the next few okay? Just breathe. I knew this was a bad idea, coming out so late on..."

"I've still got 4 weeks, there's plenty of time!"

"Yeah I'm not so sure now babe.. let me know when it happens again."

"Fuck... Now... Oh my god...." You found yourself moving forwards, legs open and your hands grabbing the coffee table. "It's gone..." 15 minutes passed with Cillian holding your hand in one and running your back with the other, monitoring each contraction you felt.

"Y/n these are coming every 5 minutes, and lasting 2minutes each time.. I think we need to get to a hospital.."

"No.. these things take time, we don't need to rush. I don't want to get there and be sent home okay? I said in my birth plan I wanted to be home as long as possible..."

"Yeah, birth plans don't always go to plan y/n."

"Cillian don't, just let me be yeah?" Your eyes glistened with tears, fear surging through you. Cillian kissed the top of your head gently. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to snap.. I'm scared Cill! I'm really fucking scared!"

"I know, so am I and I'm not the one doing the work! It'll be okay, okay? I'm here, and we're going to meet our baby soon... Just breathe, yeah? In... Out... Look at me. In... Out..." He was breathing with you trying to calm you down. It was working until another contraction hit and you cried out with the pain. He held you close, rubbing your back.

"How far apart now?" You grimaced, feeling it pass.

"Still 5 minutes. Lasting 2. It's been like that for 30 minutes. What do you want to do babe?"

"Run me a bath?" Cillian sighed. He was desperate to get you to a hospital and be checked over but your glare told him to follow your lead. You knew your body better than him right now.

Cillian carefully lifted your body into the bath while he stroked your hair and whispered in your ear.

"I'm going to teach him how to play football.. he'll have his own little Liverpool kit before he's walking y/n..."

"Oh it's a boy is it? See I can see you learning how to plait hair and play tea parties on a Saturday afternoon!" You giggled.

"It's a boy, I'm telling you. I only make boys, y/n!" Another contraction, but the warm water eased the pain enough for you to focus more on your breathing. Cillian reached a hand in and held your belly, feeling it tighten and wishing nothing more than to take the pain away from you.

"Okay, make the call yeah? Just call our midwife and let her know what's happening." You nodded to Cillian, finally accepting that this indeed was happening. Your baby was on its way.

Cillian kissed your head and dialled the number for the hospital back in Dublin, it suddenly feeling so very far away right now. Ending the call, he turned back to you.

"She's calling the hospital here in Kerry to let them know to expect us - she said with the contractions the way they are there's no rush if you want to stay home a while. But she warned the second they're 3minutes apart and lasting longer, we need to go, okay?" You agreed, before another contraction hit with some urgency. The water not helping the pain of this one. With it, came a popping sensation and a gushing feeling between your legs.

"Cillian, I think my waters have broken!" You were panicking again until Cillian leaned his head against yours breathing with you again to calm you.

"Time to get out of the bath, come on." He lifted you out and wrapped a dressing gown over your shoulders but another contraction hit you before you left the room.

"Fuck.. Cillian, Jesus.... I can't walk..." your breathing becoming louder and more laboured.

"Baby I need you to walk, we've got to get to the car..."

"Okay... Okay... Get the bag.." Cillian led you to the bedroom where the ready made hospital bag lay waiting, he insisted you took it with you just in case. Wrapping the dressing gown over your bump, you grabbed his arms tight as another wave of pain gripped you. He could feel how hard your belly contracted and brought you into his arms, running his hands firmly down your spine as you cried into his chest.

"I don't think I'm going to make it... I can feel the baby moving down... Cillian..." He looked at your panicked face and paled. He recognised that look, he'd seen it twice before. This baby was coming now whether he liked it or not.

Leading you to the bed he lay you against the pillows gently.

"Fuck... Okay I'm calling an ambulance... Wait there y/n."

"The fuck you think I'm gonna go Cillian??! Disneyland?!" You gasped as another wave of pain took you. "Fuck don't leave me! Please!" Cillian had the phone to his ear talking to the ambulance service. Nodding to whoever he was talking to, he opened your legs and went to grab towels from the closet in the corner of the room. Y/n was panting now, screaming with the pain.

"Cillian I can't hold it!! I need to push! Baby please!" Cillian looked over and saw his baby's head starting to crown between y/n's legs. Feeling a sudden surge of adrenaline, he took charge.

"Okay, push.. come on that's it! Keep going you can do this baby.. push!" You beared down with all your strength, the burning feeling taking your breath away. You could hear the operator on the phone giving Cillian instructions.

"The baby's crowning y/n, don't push... Just pant with me through it.. okay??" He panted with you, one ear on the phone, one eye on his baby, one hand in yours as you squeezed the life out of it. You couldn't hold back a scream as your baby's head finally broke through. A moment's respite, before another contraction hit.

Cillian moved to between your legs quickly, the operator constantly giving instructions. He put the phone on loudspeaker.

"Okay... Y/n look at me. Push! Just a few more and he's here, come on baby..." You looked into his eyes, feeling the strength from them and bore down once again. Cillian was between your legs, listening to the operator as they guided him through delivering your baby. Two more hard pushes and the room was suddenly filled with the sound of your baby's loud cry. You flung your head backwards, completely breathless, as you burst into tears at the most beautiful sound you'd ever heard. Within moments, paramedics had arrived, bursting through the open front door downstairs.

Cillian was in shock, in his arms he held his daughter, the most beautiful, perfect little girl he'd ever laid eyes on. He took one of the towels and cleaned her off as best he could, and lifted her onto her mother's chest, tears rolling down his cheeks. Y/n looked down at her baby, still sobbing.

"A girl... Cillian it's a girl!"

"You did it.. you fucking did it y/n, I'm so proud of you... She's perfect..." He kissed your forehead as the paramedics found their way into the room to check you both over.

Giving mum and baby a clean bill of health, they allowed you to remain home with your baby. Even though she was 4 weeks early, everything was completely fine. Once you'd managed to clean off and relax back in bed in the guest room (Cillian promising to clean the main bedroom the next day), your daughter gently suckling at your breast hungrily, you finally took in just what had just happened.

"Can you believe it? Can you believe that just happened Cill?"

"I told you bringing the hospital bag was a good idea, didn't I?" He smirked at you.

"Ashlyn Rose Murphy." You didn't know what made that name come to you but it did.

"Perfect. I love it. And I love you. Both of you.. so, so much.. thank you for bringing me our girl... Thank you.." he kissed your head and took your daughter once she'd finished feeding, holding her close to his chest. "Now you sleep mama. Ashlyn and I are going to finish watching Batman Begins."

You chuckled and lay down in the bed, sleep coming very quickly following that evening's activities.

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[missymurphy1985]

Miracles (sequel to Reminiscing)

You'd been trying for a baby with Cillian for over a year now without success - he isn't getting any younger... What's next for the two of you?

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"Baby it'll happen when it happens..." Cillian soothed your tears as he held you on the bedroom floor. Your period had just arrived, which meant only one thing. No baby. You'd been trying now for nearly 15 months and nothing but negative pregnancy tests and more sanitary products. You'd tried changing your diets.. you'd both cut out alcohol and caffeine.. but nothing.

"What if it doesn't, Cill? What if it never happens?" You dried your tears on the sleeve of your t shirt and sank into his arms.

"Let's book in with that fertility doctor yeah? Get some tests run, find out what's stopping us having a baby?" He lifted you back to kiss you. You nodded, reluctantly. You were dreading this.. what if you were the problem? Clearly Cillian was fine, he had the two boys.. if you weren't able to give him a baby you'd never forgive yourself.. would he even stay with you? The baby had been his idea... The thought alone made you feel sick.

"How about a weekend away? Just you and me, we'll head to Kerry and just relax for a few days?" You smiled. He always knew how to make you feel better. Nodding your head, he pulled you up from the floor and held you close. "Let's just get away from it all - no more talk of babies, just us, agreed?"

"Okay.. agreed."

The following day you woke feeling sore and achy. Your lower back feeling like you'd been kicked by a horse. Grimacing slightly, you lifted yourself out of bed to the kitchen where Cillian was making coffee.

"Hey, you okay?" He saw you limping slightly.

"Yeah, must've slept funny, my back is so sore!"

"Why don't you go lie down, I'll bring your coffee through?"

"I need to get ready, I'm meeting Lisa for a coffee this afternoon."

"I'm sure she'll understand if you're not feeling great y/n?"

"It's just a bit of back pain, I'll be fine once I've stretched it out. Don't worry," you smiled, kissing his lips and taking the decaf coffee from him. You pulled away suddenly as a sharp pain suddenly washed over your lower abdomen.

"And now we have period pain too... Wonderful..." You felt your eyes watering at the harsh reminder that you weren't pregnant and Cillian pulled you into his arms again.

"I'll call Lisa, go get back in bed." You rolled your eyes in annoyance. "I'm not asking, y/n." Feeling irritated, you made your way back upstairs and got under the covers. Cillian joining you shortly after with a hot water bottle, glass of water and some paracetamol. You took the tablets and Cillian placed the water bottle on your lower belly, before climbing in behind you and holding you close. He could feel your body tense every now and again.

"Hey, you okay?" He rubbed a hand up and down your arm to soothe you.

"My back keeps spasming babe, must've really done a number on it.." he pulled back from you slightly and ran a hand over your lower back trying to soothe it. He could feel the spasms as they came off and on every few minutes, the worry growing in his stomach. You were normally so fit, working out in your basement gym downstairs three times a week, yoga every Saturday.. pulling a muscle sleeping didn't sound likely to him.

You felt yourself drifting off to sleep as Cillian's hands massaged your lower back. The heat from the hot water bottle easing the cramps in your tummy.

You woke a few hours later to a white hot pain across your stomach and you cried out, clutching your belly. The pressure in your stomach was so intense you called out.

"Cillian!! Baby you there??" No answer. You reached for your phone on the bedside table and called him.

"Hey, you're awake -"

"Cillian come home.. please it hurts!!!" You heard the car screech to a halt.

"What hurts? Baby where are you? I'm on my way, 10 minutes okay?"

"Please... God it hurts!!!" Cillian stayed on the phone but you heard him talking to his sister in the passenger seat.

"Orla, call an ambulance, you're gonna have to come with me. Y/n stay on the phone until I get there baby okay?" You were panting now, the pain was unbearable. You could hear Cillian swearing at other cars, he must've been driving like a maniac... You didn't care, you just needed him now.. Orla was talking now, she must've been on the phone to the ambulance service, you heard her give them your address before you screamed as another white hot pain shot across your belly.

Panting through the pain, you felt the pressure in your pelvis start to increase in intensity. You pulled yourself to your feet slowly, and made your way to the bathroom. You were sweating from every where, your temperature soaring to new heights. You pulled your underwear down and sat on the toilet, convinced whatever it was you'd eaten that was causing this was about to make a dramatic exit. In that moment you heard Cillian and Orla burst into the bedroom, Cillian making his way into the bathroom to you. You didn't even feel embarrassed that you were sat on the toilet you were just grateful that he was there.

"It hurts so bad Cill... Please make it stop!!!!" You screamed, as a sudden need to push took over you. Cillian was frozen in panic, completely helpless, he didn't know what to do. Orla suddenly took charge, pushing Cillian to the side to check you over. You stood up slightly, your body taking over completely.

"Holy shit..... y/n lie down on the floor, come on... Cillian, get a fucking towel!!" Orla guided you slowly to the bathroom floor and opened your legs, Cillian quickly grabbing a towel that she placed under your hips.

"Fuck... Okay y/n look at me.. you're going to feel a need to push and I need you go with it okay? Just breathe... You're gonna be fine.."

"The fuck is happening Orla??" You screamed.

"You having a baby y/n.. right now.. Cillian get that end and hold her.. Get your shit together y/n and push!!" Cillian didn't have time to react before Orla pulled him to sit behind you holding you, your back to his chest as you gripped his hands and bore down as hard as you could. There was no time to think about anything else. The pain was like nothing you'd felt before in your life. Cillian breathed with you, grimacing slightly as his knuckles were being gripped like a vice but focusing his attention on getting you through this.

Within seconds the paramedics had arrived through the door Cillian had left open downstairs and taken over from Orla, giving you a mouthpiece to breathe into.

"Gas and air babe, it'll help, just breathe in and out okay?" Cillian whispered in your ear as you did as you were told and instantly felt the pain subside slightly. One paramedic was between your legs, the other radioing the hospital to let them know what was happening and to expect a mum and baby imminently.

The room was filled with the sound of a baby's cry. You heard Orla burst into tears, whilst you and Cillian were still too in shock to fully process what was happening. The paramedics offered Cillian a pair of surgical scissors to cut the cord, before placing the tiny baby girl in your arms. At that moment you both cried, looking down at the tiny bundle who was starting to settle, searching for your breast. You instinctively fed her, and Cillian gently stroked her head.

"Where the hell were you hiding her??" You looked up at him and laughed.

"I was about to ask you, when did you put her in there?!"

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Opening your eyes, you felt hands roaming over your body as you lay in bed pretending you were still asleep. Those hands knew you better though and teased between your legs making your body shudder.

"I reckon we've got 10minutes before the 'threenager' wakes up... You'd better make this quick Cillian..." You turned onto your side and opened your legs inviting his now rock hard cock to rest between them. His fingers skilfully toying your clit making you moan softly. Easing himself inside from behind you, he began thrusting slowly. The only position available to you, your swollen belly now too large for any other.

"Fuck.. y/n.. still so tight..." You arched your back into his thrusts from behind you, both of you knowing this could be the last time before you had your new baby, due any time now. This pregnancy being much less of a shock than the first - you found out about 7 weeks in and you'd blossomed quickly. You'd loved feeling the little kicks, seeing your baby on the monitors at your scans, choosing names... You'd experienced it all and had relished every single second of it, making up for missing the first one's milestones.

"This really isn't going to last long.. you feel too good... Full of my child..."

"Cill keep talking to me.. I'm close..."

"Watching your body grow... Fuck you have no idea what that's done to me.."

Your hips rocked back against him almost frantically, his fingers still pressing on that bundle of nerves drawing your orgasm even closer. Before long you came hard against him, muffling your cries into the pillow so as not to wake your daughter in the next room. He followed not long after, spilling deep inside you.

Kissing your shoulder he pulled out, running his hands over your belly again and holding you close. A sudden giggle of your daughter emitting from the doorway.

"Mama!! What was Daddy doing behind you?" You pulled the duvet over you and Cillian helped you into a sitting position, your daughter climbing in-between you.

"Ready for some breakfast Niamh?" Cillian said as he booped his daughters nose and she moved to bite him playfully.

"Baby?" She pointed to your belly.

"Not yet little lady, soon though we promise." Cillian climbed out of bed and pulled his jeans on, picking the little girl up in his arms he playfully swung her over his shoulder, her legs in the air. You laughed watching Cillian bounce her over his shoulder, blowing raspberries into her waist making her squirm and giggle. Feeling another twinge in your lower abdomen you smiled.

"Maybe sooner rather than later Niamh, I think it might be time for that sleepover at Aunty Orla's house!"

The look of shock in Cillian's eyes made you laugh. "They do say it speeds things along Cill, don't look so surprised," you winced as he called his sister.

"You ready for this?" He kissed your head as he dialled the number.

"Definitely more ready than last time!" You laughed and tweaked your daughter's nose. "Let's get your bag shall we little lady?"

"No you don't, you stay there. I'll sort her out and Orla will come pick her up. You feeling okay?"

"Yep - I'm okay, they're not too bad for now. Her bag's on the hook behind her bedroom door already packed. My bag is in the closet downstairs ready. Just need to call the midwife and we're grand okay?"

"Love you... So much..." He kissed you gently and called Orla to come pick Niamh up. Your heart felt completely full and you couldn't wait to meet your latest addition.

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[missymurphy1985]

Nobody's Perfect (part14 - final chapter)

Warnings - childbirth / C section

A/N - thank you all so, so much for following this with me!! I've enjoyed every second of writing it for you all, and your comments and loves have really meant a lot to me 💜💜

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"Morning mama..." Cillian's kiss on your cheek at 6am woke you, although if you were honest you hadn't slept much anyway. You'd been in hospital since your waters broke last night, and this morning a C Section had been planned for you. You'd had mild contractions through the night, that Cillian had helped you through, but they'd eased off in the last few hours allowing you to sleep a little.

"Morning Daddy... Did you get some sleep?"

"Not much, just sat here watching you sleep. You're so beautiful.." his eyes were watering. Again.

"Cill, the baby's not even here and I don't think you've gone more than 10 minutes without welling up!" You laughed as he took your hand in one, and placed his other on your belly.

"I'm gonna miss seeing you like this."

"I'm going to miss it too actually.. plenty of time for more."

"Earliest opportunity I'm putting another one in there, I promise you that." You grinned as he kissed you, just as the anaesthetist walked in to go over the consent forms and procedure with you both.

Lying on the operating table, you couldn't help but laugh as Cillian walked in wearing a surgical gown and green cap. He smirked at you and took his seat at your side as the canvas sheet was drawn up below your breasts. You didn't take your eyes off him once as the surgery began, he was whispering to you all the way through, stroking your hair.

"You're gonna be the best mam.. she's gonna have your eyes.. your smile.." you felt like there was a washing machine in your stomach, it was the oddest feeling - but soon interrupted by a loud baby's cry, sending both of you into sobs as your baby was lifted over the canvas.

"It's a boy!" Cillian was done at that point, head down, shoulders shaking as he squeezed your hand. You watched as they took your son to be cleaned up and weighed, before bringing him back to you wrapped in a blanket and placed into his father's arms. You lost it at that point, seeing him hold his son, stroking his face as they looked into each others eyes and he gripped his finger tight, tears streamed down your cheeks. Cillian kissed his boy's forehead gently, then handed him to you to rest on your chest. The midwife came over and took your phone out of her pocket, capturing the moment on your phone camera as requested by you both.

"Do we have a name?" She asked.

"I was so convinced it was a girl, I hadn't even thought about a boy's name!" He laughed.

"Noah Thomas Cillian Murphy." You said, a sudden burst of inspiration.

"Thomas?" His brow furrowed.

"We wouldn't have met had it not been for Thomas Shelby, it's only right he gets a mention."

"Perfect. Welcome to the world Noah."

Everything had been set up at home 2 days later. Noah was sleeping on your chest after Cillian had fed him, and you were counting down the minutes until your families arrived. You'd invited them on the pretence of a family dinner before your C Section the following morning - the original planned date, you hadn't told them you'd had him early, you wanted one more surprise. The taxi pulled up outside, and you grinned as Cillian made his way to the door. You could hear both sets of parents chattering away in the hall way and you were almost shaking with excitement. Your mum came through first and smiled at you, before dropping her handbag on the floor in complete shock - seeing the bundle on your chest, and burst into tears. Your dad and in-laws followed quickly to see what the fuss was about and Cillian's mum had the same reaction. The Dad's simply stood, mouths open. Noah stirred on your chest at the sudden noises.

One by one, they took your son, everyone in shock but absolutely elated that he was here. Cillian sat next to you on the sofa and wrapped an arm around you as you leaned carefully into him, kissing the top of your head lightly.

"How you doing Mama?"

"Completely and utterly in love Daddy."

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